Thou Wert My Guide, Philosopher, And Friend.

Count All Th' Advantage Prosperous Vice Attains, 'tis But What Virtue Flies From And Disdains: And Grant The Bad What Happiness They Would, One They Must Want--which Is, To Pass For Good.

Rogues In Rags Are Kept In Countenance By Rogues In Ruffles.

Fame Can Never Make Us Lie Down Contentedly On A Deathbed.

Vice Is A Monster Of So Frightful Mien As To Be Hated Needs But To Be Seen; Yet Seen Too Oft, Familiar With Her Face, We First Endure, Then Pity, Then Embrace.

No Writing Is Good That Does Not Tend To Better Mankind In Some Way Or Other.